Zoms got a little snip-snip today. Took his E-collar off for now and brought his bed out to the living room. Big brother Chuck is looking out for him as always. #ilovemydog #dogsofinstagram #dogs_gram #ilovegoldenretrievers #goldensoninstagram #goldenretriever #aussienation #aussiemom #australianshepherd #miniaussie #bluemerle #neutered #recovery
We Monkey Around
For the past year my husband and I have been hiding a little monkey we have named Franco all around the house every single day, seeing if the other person notices. I like the little games that my husband and I play together, or the inside jokes that we share because ultimately, I like to laugh and enjoy life, and my husband helps me do just that.
Suffice it to say, my husband is a practical joker and it doesn’t help that one of his co-workers has an evil streak when it concerns this; and it’s rubbed off a bit on Eric. He’s zip-tied his co-workers tools down, completely re-arranged all the keys on their keyboard, put fake spiders in their car… and numerous other incidents which I’m sure he’s yet to tell me about.
We are coming up on our 4 year wedding anniversary which is nothing compared to how long it actually feels we’ve been together, how well we know one another, or how we have grown to understand and predict what the other person will say or do. Time is everything but then it isn’t at the same time. Because I have known people who have been married over 20 years who didn’t laugh, who didn’t spend time together or know anything about the other person. Each day is a conscious effort to laugh and have fun with each other, even if we’re having a bad day. You can’t even begin to imagine half the schemes we’ve come up with to make the other person laugh or smile when they’re acting a bit (or a lot) like an asshole that day.
I don’t know when the maturity will kick in, if boys ever do mature and grow up. But there is a part of me that secretly hopes it doesn’t in a way, because even when we get into arguments about how he never volunteers to pick up dog poop in the yard or do dishes… pretty much any house chore aside from the occasional laundry and cooking, he’s considerate in every other way and I can’t help but feel grateful and shut up about everything else.
It honestly wasn’t that long ago when it seemed I was yelling at Eric for just about everything, because I wasn’t happy. Whatever he was or wasn’t doing was all that much more magnified because I wasn’t enjoying myself or life. I don’t want to take a dramatic turn with this because this is quite an uplifting post, but my husband has endured a lot and been amazing during my severe bouts of depression.
I hope we continue to laugh and play for eternity.